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MAX VON MAYERLING AUDITION. 1-8-33 to 1-8-34

SCENE 8 EXTERIOR / NIGHT: THE TERRACE ON SUNSET
(The house, ghostly in moonlight. JOE whistles, moving across the patio. At a certain point
hes startled as MAX glides out through the French doors to intercept him.)

MAX
Where have you been?

MUSIC #10B TERRACE UNDERSCORE

JOE
Out. I assume I can go out when I feel like it.
MAX
Madame is quite agitated. Earlier this evening, she wanted you for something and you could
not be found.
JOE
Well, that's tough.
MAX
I don't think you understand, Mr. Gillis. Madame is extremely fragile. She has moments of
melancholy. There have been suicide attempts.
JOE
Why? Because of her career? She's done well enough. Look at all the fan mail she gets
every day.
MAX
I wouldn't look too closely at the postmarks if I were you.
JOE
You mean you write them?
MAX
Will you be requiring some supper this evening, sir?
JOE
No. And Max?
MAX
Yes, sir?

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JOE
Who the hell do you think you are, bringing my stuff up from my apartment without consulting
me? I have a life of my own - now you're telling me I'm supposed to be a prisoner here.
(MAX considers him for a moment, his eyes cold.)

MAX
I think, perhaps, sir, you will have to make up your mind to abide by the rules of this house.
That is, if you want the job.
MUSIC #11 I STARTED WORK
(MAX turns: the house swallows him up and he disappears as abruptly as he
materialised.
JOE stands for a moment, perplexed: then he proceeds on his way up the
wooden staircase towards his room above the garage.)

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